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rackers’ life tips: part 4

1. it shouldn’t take other people telling you that you don’t need tinder to delete tinder (but it did for me) (i really don’t want to download it again) (pls hit me if i do)

2. passing judgement on me (or others in general) does not make u any better a person

3. being alone doesn’t mean lonely. learn to live in solidarity. learn to laugh at urself

4. don’t pass off unusual bodily functions (whether sexual or not) as ‘okay’ and a ‘one time thing’ – call dat doctor. i’m preparing myself for the worst tomorrow (at least i know it’s not pregnancy nor STD but my brain is convincing me that i have ovarian cancer)

5. when peeing on a pregnancy stick, make sure u pee on the right side of the stick…….(not personal experience swear)

6. feelings are feelings and they cannot be forced, nor is it fair for them to be forced. for either party. DEAL WIT IT

7. a choice is a choice and once the choice is done the choice is chosen n u cannot change the choice so GET THE FUCK OVER IT AND if u really hate that choice then make BETTER choices and everything will be ok

8. like my posts. i’m funny n u know it so if u laugh at me then feed my ego even more n like it

9. grudges are DUMB if u don’t like a person just cut them the fuck out of ur life

10. u should send me money because my dreams of moving to Sydney as soon as i like r looking slimmer unless i get a sugar daddy n let’s be honest i’m hard enough to get in the sack unless ur a strong 7/10 (6.7 if drunk) so sugar daddy prolly isn’t realistic

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rackers’ life tips: part 3

1. when it comes to spending time with ur family, ALWAYS PUT YOUR PHONE IN THE CHOOK

 (courtesy of Efkarpidis night. luv u guys)

2. if you don’t like me – that’s okay! just stop feeding my ego and get the fuck off my blog

3. make it a habit to watch sunrises or sunsets or both cause it can restore the magic feeling in ur soul

today’s magic

4. eat ur greens n eat ur genitals

5. stoooop the fucking girl hating! she probably has NO IDEA that you used to fuck/date that guy and even if she does she STILL doesn’t deserve the hate

6. don’t shit on ur mates dreams

7. be HAPPY for ur whippy friends

8. drink so much water u need to piss yourself all the time

9. apparently coconut oil is rlly good for vaginal duties and also lube

10. tinder does not mean looking for relationship. tinder also does not mean DTF asap.

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rackers’ life tips: part 2

1. never pull an all nighter when you have work/kids to look after the next day. even if they’re low maintenance kids, that fucking show on netflix is not worth the lack of sleep (except it totally was) (shameless is my shameless addiction) (srsly had 3 hrs of sleep in 32 hours)
 perk for the early rise/no rise at all just continuing my day long ass day

2. WEAR that bold lipstick. and kiss so many boys that they end up wearing it too

3. sleep naked

4. “when a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.”

5. PLEASE occasionally make your private insta profile public so i can stalk you!….😊

6. stop using the word ‘slut’ as a shameful and deregatory word! as if sleeping around isn’t a completely common thing nowadays.

7. on that note, sleep around all you want BUT BE SAFE. make sure at leas ONE form of contraceptive is being used.

8. on that same note, sleep around all you want with fellow SINGLE humans.

9. don’t get emotionally attached to a tinder bae. (until you’ve been dating/seeing each other/sleeping together long enough that you refer to them as their real name instead of ‘tinder bae’.)

10. books

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my longest chip

i’m so incredibly grateful for all the support that my words have gotten over the past month! nearly hit 1,000 views on the blog – and now you can find ya gal on facebook @ Rackers – in da city. here’s a throwback thursday story for ya because i don’t have the brain power to write an opinionated/proper post today.

the story of my longest chip

it has been established that i am the weirdest in my family. shout out to monique who said that ‘everything is wrong with me’ when i got my glasses. nothing physically wrong with me (except my eyesight), it’s all in my head. i’m fucked in the head. especially when it comes to sharing food with my family.

it was one fateful day that my lovely mother decided to buy all five of her children some beloved Micky D’s. naturally, as a family, you’re going to have to share your food. why the fuck i needed to share my chips with any of them since they already ate theirs, i’ll never know. but i agreed to monique having a chip. and she took my longest chip.

naturally, as any child would, i got a bit upset about it. like, man, that was my longest chip. but not so naturally, but as any rackers would, i threw a fucking tantrum. SHE TOOK MY LONGEST CHIP! i honestly don’t know how mum kept a straight face or took me seriously in any of the tantrums i threw, because i was the most ridiculous child who, as it turns out, overreacted over silly things.

you see, the other day at work, one of my colleagues had one of my chips – and she took my longest chip. but, i’m 21, an adult, and totally and completely over the way i used to overreact about things……………… until i was on my own and i had a little cry over the longest chip that, once again, has been taken away from me.

i’ve experienced some terrible losses already in my life. but none so much as my longest chip.

*some parts may be exaggerated
*literally only part exaggerated is my last part
*fuck u monique u still owe me ur longest chip

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let’s talk

happy fucking new year. good riddance to the worst fucking year of my life. i’m not really one to believe that a new year brings good beginnings, cause you can change your life at any given moment, but this one felt a bit better. nothing worse could happen to this family, right?

happy fucking new year. i wake up on the second day of our fresh start to my sister crying, trying to tell me something. what in the world could have happened?
do the rest of the family know? how do we tell them? do we wait until they get to sydney? could we have changed something? we saw him just a week ago. when christmas was shitty enough without our favourite person. what about next christmas? oh man. this is going to suck.

how are the boys? are we going to see them?

what do we even say? holy shit. this is how people felt with us four months ago. there’s nothing to say. ‘i’m here for you?’ fuck i hate that bullshit saying.

happy fucking new year. the whole family’s together again. we stand in a group, tearstained faces and all. 

‘lets not meet like this again.’

‘please, next time ensure it’s a wedding.’

no one can imagine the demons he was facing, every day, from an extremely young age. many would not even be able to think of the shit he was put through, from such a young age. some still don’t understand the concept of depression, and how hard the battle can be with yourself. he had someone to talk to, every day of his life, his baby sister. he had someone to help him through the darkest days. she was taken from us, far too young, the most incredible woman we could have ever been blessed with. he fought, hard, for four more months. but he lost with himself. if only if only if only. if only he had have talked to us at christmas time. if only i hadn’t have given him those photos for christmas. if only if only if only. if only i’d have known.
‘suicide is the coward’s way out.’ that is honestly one of the most disgusting phrases i’ve had friends [more than one] say. cue ridiculous arguments. cue silent treatment from ya gal. cue ok you are so wrong about this but u still ma frand [even tho u dumbass].

what we need is education. educate yoself b4 u wreck yoself. how incredibly hard it is to face these demons, and how incredibly hard it is to talk about these feelings, and how incredibly common it is to be feeling this way.
depression is still a terribly hard subject to talk about. but it’s what needs to be talked about the most, and there are so many ways to explain depression. JK Rowling writes about dementors in Harry Potter, as a symbolism of depression. i think that’s a pretty spot on depiction, but still will never really explain it for those fortunate enough not to experience such a shitty, shitty condition.

i don’t give a fuck if you feel like you shouldn’t be feeling like that. if ‘nothing that bad‘ has ever happened to you. cause if you feel it, you feel it. and it’s okay. just talk to someone, and get the help you need. 

Lifeline Australia 13 11 14

https://www.lifeline.org.au

suicideline.org.au

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rackers’ life tips: part 1

1. don’t forget bout your friends just cause someone of the opposite sex is giving you attention

2. kiss people. lots and often. i don’t and i wish i did

3. don’t be ashamed to order your really weird coffee preference. who gives a fuck what the barista thinks bout making your skinny extra hot tall caramel cappucino with no chocolate and a dash of honey with 3 sugars. they gotta make it anyway

4. invest in a vibrator. boys, you too. stick it up your ass. keep testing your limits

5. ALWAYS be careful what you put into writing (haHahHahHa take ur own advice rackool)

6. feelings are dumb. don’t have them. (i have so many. so many. too many. help me)

7. eat lots of pineapple.

8. having a tinder bio that says ‘i will make you cum by my tongue’ does not make me want to test that

9. don’t wax your own fucking eyebrows. unless you want byebrows

10. even if she has small titties, don’t ignore them. it’s impolite

until next time lovers. peace

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rackers’ tips to survive uni

i have an assignment due monday 5:30pm.imagine the scenario. it is saturday night, 8:38pm. 

i have work tomorrow, 9-3. counter in the befores and afters of getting ready/travelling to and from work. essentially no morning time, so it gives me tomorrow night.

i have work monday, 7:30-3, and then nannying, 4pm until usually about 6:30-7pm. i will have to submit this assignment tomorrow night because i won’t have time to submit it on monday.

do you know how much i have written on this 1500 word essay? about 200 shitty words. and instead i’m writing this. so here it is,

rackers’ tips to survive uni

(the worst student there probably ever was)

1. don’t skip class
i totally accept the days you feel so shit you can’t get out of bed, or when you have things that are actually more important, ie. work – but don’t make it a regular occurance. it honestly hinders your learning, makes you a lot less motivated, and fucks you up when it comes to assessment (helloooo look at me right now).

2. don’t leave assessment to the last minute

you know what’s 10/10 the dumbest thing i’ve ever done? haha. jokes. not telling anyone that. ever. BUT, up there with my 16 year old self antics, is leaving assignments worth 50 and 60% of my grade to the very last day. literally. the last day. i failed my very first unit last year because i left a 3,000 word case study until about two days before… submitted it with 3 minutes to go, and thought to myself ‘well if i just pass this assessment, i will at least just pass the unit’. alas, i did a terrible fucking job on that assignment, so much so that she was like ‘yo did u even turn up to class’ and i was like haha fuckin naaaah mate. srs. just don’t do it

3. be nice to everyone (especially the smarties)

i first started uni being like ‘holy shit i hope i don’t have to talk to anyone’. i have made some great friends from uni. some i don’t actually really talk to anymore haha but that’s okay, they were still a great time when i was bored and actually made it to uni for the day. and they can also help you with assessments! cause they love you just as much if you help them! all the help!

4. pack your own lunch mate

oh my god. i shudder at the thought of how much money UC has grappled from me. from all the coffee, water, magazines, extra books and pens (i luv stationary), textbooks and fucking fooooood. rosie’s chicken has gotten a lot of business from me over the past three years, and mate i’ll tell ya it’s not actually that good. not as good as a homemade meal. there is a reason they have microwaves all throughout the uni! for the prepared people! and it’s about 5 times healthier for you.

5. don’t eat noisy food around people, especially in the library

this is maybe a bit of a personal opinion, but the amount of times people have eaten crunchy foods in the library while i’m sitting right there, literally doing the most calming breathing techniques that i can so i don’t punch them in the face, it’s outta control. the amount of times i’ve messaged my sister having a whinge about these people is probably also a bit out of control (sorry monique). just the other day, i was trying to focus on writing an assignment (haha. reading #girlboss. just as important), and this girl near me was eating soup. easy. nice, clean food that makes no sound. SHE WAS BITING HER SPOON?? no need for that! and then she left, another girl came and sat even closer to me, with noodles – another quiet food – and she was SLURPING! it also felt like it went on forever. moral of the story – either eat your food in an isolated area, or learn some manners. (like i should, after bitching on the internet)

that’s all i can think of for now. there’s probably more. but hey, i’m still at uni, and i’ve passed all but one units within my three years – so i’m doing something right.

until next time lovers. peace

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lil bit bout ya gal

le name’s rackers, 21 years of age, studying a bachelor of primary education at the wonderful uni of canberra, in which i probably will be a 27 year old graduate. also have lil side bitch, certificate four in professional writing and editing – as you can see, excelling in this with my incredible grammar (capital letters are for adults) (i’m only 21). so this is why i’m here. for the experience, to get my word out there, for a lol.

i am an avid self-lover and a serial dater. i had a friend say ‘we could make a christmas cake outta you, you go on that many dates’. i hardly ever make it past the first date though so i’m not exactly skilled in the dating area, also never make it far enough to get someone to tickle me – mostly because i’m picky as fuck but hey that’s for another day.

i’m very much pro-selfie, as anyone who follows me on insta (@rackoool) knows. i celebrate my body. i celebrate my incredible taste in underwear. i don’t believe in the bikini vs underwear debate. but hey, also for another day.

i am incredibly in love with this life. i am obsessed with doges. i have probably a stupidly contagious laugh but, in saying that, i am an emotional wreck. pretty much everyone i know has seen me cry at least once. more than likely under the influence of alcohol.

i have 3 more months left in this wonderful, ridiculously small city that is canberra, and then i’m on to bigger and better things (men). so here’s to you reading my satirical, ridiculous life – following my love life, my friends life, my occasional down day, and probably just the dumb shit i do, and hopefully you can learn from my mistakes.

in saying that, continue to make ya own mistakes. don’t take my word for it.

until next time lovers. peace